First Lady

In the past, Alan must have tried his best to find out who they took photos for, but now that he is not an agent, he is not so curious.

Finally, Bai Ling went to the bathroom once. As soon as she left, Alan asked Zhao Mingyuan: "Mingyuan, how about sister introducing this to you?"

Zhao Mingyuan gave a concise answer: "Very good, I like it very much."

Although I can't say how much I like it now, Bai Ling's impression on Zhao Mingyuan is indeed good.

Zhao Mingyuan was already 35 years old, and his parents urged him urgently. In the past two years, he had brought one or two girlfriends home, but his parents were not satisfied, not for anything else, but because those were not women who could live a life. [

You have to be cautious when getting married and marrying a wife. What you choose is not who is beautiful and good-looking, but who is stable in duty.

On this point, Zhao Mingyuan is actually a very traditional person. Although he has been abroad for many years, his traditional consciousness has not changed.

"That's right, if Bai Ling is not good, my sister will introduce it to you. By the way, when do you plan to take Bai Ling to see your aunt and uncle?"

"We need to respect Bai Ling's opinion. As long as she agrees, it can be done at any time." Zhao Mingyuan felt that his parents would be satisfied with Bai Ling this time.

"Okay, you kid seems to be impatient, and you still pretend to be like that."

Bai Ling clearly heard the conversation between Alan and Zhao Mingyuan through a door, she bit her finger and blushed.

Bai Ling thought that Zhao Mingyuan only wanted to date temporarily, but he didn't think so deeply. He didn't expect that he planned to take her home to meet his parents.

That...does she want to agree sometime?

Bai Ling walked around in the bathroom, returned to the private room, and just sat down, Alan leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Did you hear me?"

Bai Ling paused, and asked her with her eyes: How do you know?

Alan smiled mysteriously and stopped talking;

When the four of them came out of the private room, Alan suddenly remembered something: "I have to call that guy to see if he's here. I know he's going to feel bad if he doesn't say hello today."

Alan just took out the phone and before he dialed, he heard someone shouting: "Alan..."

"Hey, you're here, I was just saying to call you."

Bai Ling looked in the direction of the voice, there were not more than four people in the group, and the man at the front smiling and walking towards Alan was probably the photographer she was talking about.

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